So..I did stop at throwing me out of the class..Yesss..Thats what happened the very next day....The class teacher,Mrs Janaki, asked me to recite a poem, she was teaching the previous day, in class...I really didnt get what she was talking or what she was teaching in yesterday's class. So, I don't have the faintest idea of what she was asking me to recite. I was just blinking without knowing or without even aware that she wants me to tell some poem...She was talking in english right from the day one I was put into the class...I really dont know even the A,B,C.., though I have been admitted into class 1.
(For those who don't believe how come a first standard boy doesn't lnow A,B,C...I have to tell you something....The school in which I stiudied kindergarten, used to pamper us like anything. For me and all, they have to provide special attention as we belong to a popular politician family in our region. So, there is no surprise that they can be strict to us. And above all, my native place is well known in our region for violence.)
She askd me to stand out of the class(outstanding student from class 1). The correspondent of the school was coming rounds, to check how the classes are going on. She came to me and asked "Whats the matter? Y are you standing outside kid..?". I just blinked. Then, she asked me in tamil the same question. I answered,"She asked me something and I dont know what it is". She called our class teacher. "Whats this all about..?" she asked my calss teacher.
Thats all. My class teacher was speaking something to our correspondent. From what she was explaining I grasped that she is complaining to our corres that I am fit for nothing.
My correspondent said,"Okay. Let me take charge of him". She took me to her room and called our hostel warden, Miss Sethu Rajaram.
Corres told Sethu, " This boy doesnt know anything in english.So, it msut be very difficult for him to make him sit in the class.Train him fo a few months in the hostel on some basic stuffs and then we can send him to school after he improves a bit".
Sethu, " Okay. Let me take him then".
Sethu took me to the hostel and made me sit with some around 20 boys there. I was wondering why these guys didnt go to school and are staying back in the hostel.
Miss Sethu sat in the chair in front of us and told that we did not have to go to school from now on. I guess you can imagine how much I would have felt happier at that moment.She started coaching us right from the scratch.
Miss Sethu Rajaraman, I sincerely thank you for what I am now. You are the one who taught me the very basics in life and the very best in life. You are the one who built my foundation very strong so that I can reach heights. Though you are very strict in our school, I knew well that you have always felt proud of me. And, I too, did things in the aftermath that made you really proud.You are the one who taught us what discipline is and how to treat everybody equal. Be it a kid from a well to do family or a poor one.
(I heard from my schoolmates that you are no more.. May your soul rest in peace.)
We were given rigorous training in the basic stuffs for the next one month. After one month Sethu should have noticed tha I am grabbing things in a faster pace. So she asked myself and a few other boys to go to the school. We went to the school starting next month. Now, I was getting what Mrs Janaki was teaching. It went on for a month.
There was a concept called term test in our school. Every term there will be an interim test.i.e before quarterly, halh yearly and annual exams they used to have a mid term test in between. First mid term test arrived and there was a discussion with Miss Sethu about whether I can be allowed to take the mid term test as I ahve joined the class a bit late and was not there for the full syllabus. Sethu thought for a while and said, "No problem. Let him take, whatever be the results" I was finally admitted to take up the exams.
The results came.You know what... I was the last but one rank in my class.(Good god..there was someone else behind me too) Happy I am, atleast I am not the least. Then I was attending regular schools. And came the quarterly exams. Quarterly exams got over and we were sent to our home from hostel. I felt very glad after coming home. Right from childhood I never went out of my hometown. This is the first time I ever have been out of my native and then came back for the first time. Everything seemed different to me. And, my sisters, who were also put in hostel like me, too were in home. Full fun and play for 10 days. The eve of the reopening day came. My granny told me that I will be put in hostel again. I started crying,,crying and crying...then i became tired and slept on my granny's lap itself.
Next day morning it was a very tough time for my granny and my mom to get me ready for school. I was crying and not taking bath, running out of the house..not wearing the trouser and shirt..bla bla bla...
Somehow they packed me and brought to the hostel. I remember still ,I was actually making a mess in front of the hostel holding my granny and not leaving her saree hem. Everbody, including the teachers had a very tough time in dragging me away from my granny.
I was crying till the night. The next day on things were as usual. Going to school ..come back..play..study and sleep...
In school, the results of our quarterly exams were announced. They distributed all the papers and rank card also on the same day.
You know what....Nobody can believe..I was the first rank in my class......Thats how it all started...I maintained the tempo all through the years and managed to score first rank in my matric exams in class 10.
Childhood days will continue..............
(For those who don't believe how come a first standard boy doesn't lnow A,B,C...I have to tell you something....The school in which I stiudied kindergarten, used to pamper us like anything. For me and all, they have to provide special attention as we belong to a popular politician family in our region. So, there is no surprise that they can be strict to us. And above all, my native place is well known in our region for violence.)
She askd me to stand out of the class(outstanding student from class 1). The correspondent of the school was coming rounds, to check how the classes are going on. She came to me and asked "Whats the matter? Y are you standing outside kid..?". I just blinked. Then, she asked me in tamil the same question. I answered,"She asked me something and I dont know what it is". She called our class teacher. "Whats this all about..?" she asked my calss teacher.
Thats all. My class teacher was speaking something to our correspondent. From what she was explaining I grasped that she is complaining to our corres that I am fit for nothing.
My correspondent said,"Okay. Let me take charge of him". She took me to her room and called our hostel warden, Miss Sethu Rajaram.
Corres told Sethu, " This boy doesnt know anything in english.So, it msut be very difficult for him to make him sit in the class.Train him fo a few months in the hostel on some basic stuffs and then we can send him to school after he improves a bit".
Sethu, " Okay. Let me take him then".
Sethu took me to the hostel and made me sit with some around 20 boys there. I was wondering why these guys didnt go to school and are staying back in the hostel.
Miss Sethu sat in the chair in front of us and told that we did not have to go to school from now on. I guess you can imagine how much I would have felt happier at that moment.She started coaching us right from the scratch.
Miss Sethu Rajaraman, I sincerely thank you for what I am now. You are the one who taught me the very basics in life and the very best in life. You are the one who built my foundation very strong so that I can reach heights. Though you are very strict in our school, I knew well that you have always felt proud of me. And, I too, did things in the aftermath that made you really proud.You are the one who taught us what discipline is and how to treat everybody equal. Be it a kid from a well to do family or a poor one.
(I heard from my schoolmates that you are no more.. May your soul rest in peace.)
We were given rigorous training in the basic stuffs for the next one month. After one month Sethu should have noticed tha I am grabbing things in a faster pace. So she asked myself and a few other boys to go to the school. We went to the school starting next month. Now, I was getting what Mrs Janaki was teaching. It went on for a month.
There was a concept called term test in our school. Every term there will be an interim test.i.e before quarterly, halh yearly and annual exams they used to have a mid term test in between. First mid term test arrived and there was a discussion with Miss Sethu about whether I can be allowed to take the mid term test as I ahve joined the class a bit late and was not there for the full syllabus. Sethu thought for a while and said, "No problem. Let him take, whatever be the results" I was finally admitted to take up the exams.
The results came.You know what... I was the last but one rank in my class.(Good god..there was someone else behind me too) Happy I am, atleast I am not the least. Then I was attending regular schools. And came the quarterly exams. Quarterly exams got over and we were sent to our home from hostel. I felt very glad after coming home. Right from childhood I never went out of my hometown. This is the first time I ever have been out of my native and then came back for the first time. Everything seemed different to me. And, my sisters, who were also put in hostel like me, too were in home. Full fun and play for 10 days. The eve of the reopening day came. My granny told me that I will be put in hostel again. I started crying,,crying and crying...then i became tired and slept on my granny's lap itself.
Next day morning it was a very tough time for my granny and my mom to get me ready for school. I was crying and not taking bath, running out of the house..not wearing the trouser and shirt..bla bla bla...
Somehow they packed me and brought to the hostel. I remember still ,I was actually making a mess in front of the hostel holding my granny and not leaving her saree hem. Everbody, including the teachers had a very tough time in dragging me away from my granny.
I was crying till the night. The next day on things were as usual. Going to school ..come back..play..study and sleep...
In school, the results of our quarterly exams were announced. They distributed all the papers and rank card also on the same day.
You know what....Nobody can believe..I was the first rank in my class......Thats how it all started...I maintained the tempo all through the years and managed to score first rank in my matric exams in class 10.
Childhood days will continue..............
